There once was a girl named Rose,
She was beautiful from her head to her toes,
With her dazzling red hair,Which gave everyone a stare,
That was the girl named Rose.
There once was a girl named Rose,
She wore the darkest of green clothes,
But even during the night, Without any light,
That was the girl named Rose.
There once was a girl named Rose,
She was angry and broke somebodies nose,
She would scrape you with a thorn, And show you a scorn,
That was the girl named Rose.


4 comments:
not the kind of person you want to meet in a dark alley hey?
i thought i posted yesterday...must not have worked. Anyway I think the poem is kinda odd. its funny though sorta...
she is scary
probably wouldnt want to hug her... ouch!
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